"Today the black tide in the east has expanded five miles further. I'm afraid we can only live in this cave for another month at most." Zhao Zilin glanced at the message slip in her hand and thought a few times in her mind.
The Kuroshio in Nan Yazhou continues to expand. From the beginning, it was just a small "scar" on the Kowloon Sea. Today, decades later, the Kuroshio is as dense as a spider web, and in turn forcibly divides the entire state into
There are many "isolated islands".
Countless monks who are separated in different areas can only fight independently in the face of such a doomsday natural disaster, and the communication of information has been cut off.
If you want to travel to other areas, you have to risk your life and cross the dangerous Kuroshio controlled area.
Different from the normal environment, the black tide is full of black mist that interferes with perception, and monsters hidden in the black mist will attack from time to time.
The most uncomfortable thing is that in the black fog environment, the monk's vitality will be slowly eroded away.
A monk who originally had a hundred years to live would only be able to live another thirty or forty years if he lived in the black mist for a long time.
Therefore, before being forced into a desperate situation, normal monks would not have the idea of staying in the black fog area for a long time.
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"Zilin, I just came back from inquiries. There is a monk settlement three hundred miles to the north. There is a Nascent Soul monk sitting in it. It is the safest stronghold nearby..."
Master Jinguang, who had returned from flying his sword from a very far distance, couldn't wait to report as soon as he got off his flying sword.
"In troubled times, people's hearts are unpredictable. It may not be a good thing to join a stronghold with Yuanying Daxiu."
A burst of white smoke and a man's voice appeared at the same time. Zhao Zilin saw it and knew that it was Master Shui Jing who practiced Yansha Escape and had returned.
"We outsiders, joining a group led by a strange Nascent Soul monk, can easily become cannon fodder exploring the path in such troubled times."
"Are you right?"
"Ah, yes, yes."
"..."
Mu Ziqing, the former master of the Yin and Yang Sect, happened to walk out of the cave next to him and caught up with Zhao Zilin's words again.
There were several layers of thick gauze wrapped around her head, covering most of her originally charming face, and her once seductive eyes seemed a little blurry.
A few years ago, during the impact of a black tide, she was unfortunately injured by a strange bird-like monster. After waking up, she would enter this delirious state from time to time. No matter what others said, she would not
I only know how to reply with "Ah, yes, yes, yes".
But even so, she still had half of the Jindan combat power, and she formed a small escape team with some defeated soldiers from the Yin Yang Sect, as well as Master Jin Guang, whom she happened to meet one time.
Master Shui Jing, who has been secretly practicing the Seven Killing Sword, has considered using Mu Ziqing as a qualification for his advancement several times, but unfortunately the opponent is only half-mad and not stupid.
Even in the stupid stage when he can only say ah, yes, yes, yes, he can still instinctively use the power of the golden elixir level. It is not easy to deal with just a few late-stage foundation-building monks, let alone a group of disciples and disciples to protect him.
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Shui Jing, Jin Guang, and Zhao Zilin all practiced the Seven Kills Sword.
Otherwise, with their qualifications, they may never have the chance to practice to the middle stage of foundation building until they die. How can they go from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building in just a few decades.
"You don't need to worry about what Master said..." From behind Mu Ziqing, a petite foundation-building monk with a face like a crown of jade emerged.
She is Mu Ziqing's apprentice Xin Ling.
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However, it may no longer be appropriate to describe her with a beautiful face. After all, her surgery was successful and she is now a Kun Xiu from the inside out, so she looks a bit androgynous.
Xin Ling has three spiritual roots, his qualifications are far better than those of the Jinguang trio, and Master Jindan has worked hard to cultivate him, so even if he does not have any external magical skills, his cultivation is not far behind them. He is a monk in the middle stage of foundation building.
Moreover, she is a true spiritual root monk. In a one-on-one fight, it is not a problem to defeat one of the three fake spiritual roots.
In addition to Xin Ling, sisters Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan are also in the team, but they are still stuck in the bottleneck of the early stage of foundation building.
"From what I can see, the Kuroshio area is getting bigger day by day. There will come a time when we won't be able to escape with our strength alone..."
"But is it really useful to join the Nascent Soul monk's stronghold? The Kowloon Starfish Palace, where two great monks are stationed, disappeared into the black tide.
Even the overlord of Nanya State, Yanghuo Palace, is retreating steadily in the face of the black tide!"
Before everyone lost contact with the area where Yanghuo Palace was located, the battle situation was already very unfavorable. The coalition composed of the four major sects in Nanya State did not get a good result from the endless monsters of the Black Tide.
Of course, they are not the top leaders of these major sects, and they have no idea that all the transformed gods and late Nascent Soul monks have all participated in the Xu Ming Plan before the first coalition army set off, and are sleeping in the deepest part of each sect's blessed land.
Only some incarnations of mana walk the world.
Without high-level monks who can set the cauldron, how can we win the battle against the Kuroshio.
"I...I heard a rumor." Although Xin Ling is already a foundation-building monk, he still speaks weakly as usual.
"A rumor about the 'Temple'."
"temple?"
"It is rumored that there is a force called the 'Temple' in East Antarctica. They have the power to fight against the black tide and have purified all the black tide on that continent..."
"The number of Kuroshio monsters is endless. No matter how many lives there are, they are ultimately limited. Can the temple really do that?"
"I don't know. I heard this from someone who came from East Antarctica."
"..."
"In other words, as long as we have a way to escape to East Antarctica, we can leave this damn black tide?"
Having been tortured by the black tide for decades, and witnessing one after another being swallowed up by the black tide and turning into monsters, no one will feel better.
"Before the Black Tide broke out, if you were willing to give up the spirit stones, you might still have a chance to teleport there, but now..."
The Kuroshio disaster is getting worse and worse, gradually cutting Nanya Prefecture into isolated islands. It has become extremely difficult to communicate with each other. If you want to go to other areas, you have to risk danger and cross the Kuroshio controlled area. Life or death is unpredictable.
"If we don't use the teleportation array, only the old monster Nascent Soul, whose speed and magic power is astonishing, will have the slightest chance to fly across the continent..."
Everyone discussed it for a long time, but in the end it was fruitless.
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"Brother, I found it! I found the fairy world!"
In the fifth-level blessed land in the deepest part of Yanghuo Palace, a young man with white hair burst out of his Taoist robe with excitement.
He showed off his gnarled muscles and used his big palm-like hands to slam the door of the cave next to him.
The numerous overlapping restrictions on the door flickered on and off under the impact of the muscles, emitting overloaded light from time to time, as if they would fall apart at the next moment.